It is supposed to be be quite effective."She smiled and said "I brought one hundred dollars to spend."I just said "No problem, I might buy you a gift ...nd put it under entertaining expenses."Marcy laughed at that and said "That is for entertaining clients, not your secretary's sexual fun."I just shrugged and said "Whose to know? And if you get turned on and fuck me silly, and I do a better job the next day, because I am not frustrated, and I make a big sale, then why shouldn't the company pay. I struggled, pleading and begging him in tears to stop; because he would tear me apart with his huge erection.But the black man did not stop; I saw him smiling at me, saying he loved to fuck slutty married bitches in the ass.Reaching out, I managed to struggle against those two men holding my body pinned down to that filthy bed. But I only heard more laughter and the pain in my tight asshole became unbearable, while that thick hard cock kept going forward inch by inch.I felt his warm breath on. This happened a few more times, though to be honest in my drug induced,submissive, passive state, I can't be sure just how many times itoccurred. I was forced over a Queen Anne chair and fucked, over thebuffet table and fucked, laid out over a sofa and on the floor andfucked missionary style. I was even fucked from behind whilst I wasstood up and was still attached to the rail. God knows how long this had gone on for? I only became aware of mysurroundings when I noticed that Chantelle was. I led her back to the couch and sat her down in the center. I kissed her lips again, and I eased my body onto her lap.Now she was experiencing her first brush of skin on skin contact as our naked bodies pressed together. I let her hands explore my body...she seemed especially eager to touch me in non-sexual areas, like my back and my legs. I let her touch. She hesitated at my red bush."Go ahead, you can touch there, don't be shy!" I took her by the wrist and guided her hand between my legs. She.